“Palm Springs is always a good idea. That’s the phrase that loops through my head as I leave Los Angeles to make the two-and-a-half-hour drive east. Urban sprawl gives way to distant snow-covered ridges, the jagged edges of the Sonoran Desert stretch ahead, and a million verdant palm trees beckon in the breeze. I round a bend, and—like the painted backdrop of an old Western movie or a fever dream induced by the best hallucinogens you’ve ever had—the impossibly steep San Jacinto mountains suddenly rise against a clear, wide sky the blue-green color of chlorine. It’s surreal; pristine. Yes, Palm Springs is always a good idea, the scenery seems to agree.
And it turns out Palm Springs has never been better…”
